X-Men meets Spy Kids in the third installment of The Forgotten Five middle-grade fantasy/adventure series by the New York Times bestselling author of The Unwanteds. Now in paperback! Estero City is in an uproar following the exposure of President Fuerte as a supernatural, as well as the surprise announcement by Magdalia Palacio—Seven’s mother—that she will oppose Fuerte in the upcoming election. The forgotten five and their allies know the president is corrupt to the core. But no one knows if Magdalia can be trusted. Meanwhile, Birdie, Seven, Tenner, and Brix are reeling from Cabot’s decision to leave the group and join her parents, who are collaborating with Fuerte and his gang of supernatural criminals. Does that make Cabot their enemy, too? Still, there’s work to be done. The Librarian, the five’s trusted confidante, has a daring new plan: Lada will go undercover and pretend to work for the president while gathering intelligence for the supernatural resistance. It’s a dangerous assignment, setting the group up for a showdown with their most powerful enemy yet—their own criminal parents. Praise for Rebel Undercover : A USA Today Bestseller "Boisterous superpower hijinks and lighthearted espionage with dabs of engrossing familial melodrama . . . [McMann] does a fine job of maintaining high stakes as the plots get knottier and the twists even dizzier . . . Fantastically silly fun!" — Kirkus Reviews Lisa McMann is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of dozens of books, including The Forgotten Five series; The Unwanteds series; the Wake trilogy; and Clarice the Brave . She is married to fellow writer Matt McMann, and they have two adult children—their son is artist Kilian McMann, and their daughter is actor Kennedy McMann. Lisa spends most of her time in Arizona, California, and Vancouver, British Columbia, and loves to cook, read, and watch reality TV. You can visit Lisa at lisamcmann.com and follow her on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok @lisa_mcmann. Later That Day Cabot Stone plopped into an overstuffed armchair in her parents' brick-walled library and opened a medical book called Headaches, Brain Diseases, and Cranial Trauma. She was on the top floor of Cabot Industrial Services, where Greta and Jack Stone had built a comfortable loft apartment in the time they'd been away from the tropical hideout . . . and the children. "We named the building after you," her father had said the night before when they'd snuck her in, "in case you ever came looking for us." Cabot had supposed that was a nice gesture. But it seemed like they could have made a bit more of an effort if they'd really wanted to reunite. Now Jack tentatively approached Cabot's section of the loft. He wore running shorts and a T-shirt that was still stained with sweat after his morning jog. His white-blond hair and ivory skin were similar in shade to Cabot's, though his cheeks were pink with exertion. He wore his hair a bit longer than Cabot's glorified buzz cut, and he brushed his moppy bangs aside to get them out of his eyes as he waited for Cabot to sense his presence. The reunion the day before had been tearful and joyous, but the talks last night had been painful. Accusatory. Cabot had three years of anger bubbling up inside that wouldn't go away overnight, and she'd given Jack and Greta a sharp tongue-lashing. They were acting appropriately meek this morning. "Do you need anything, Cab?" Jack asked when she didn't acknowledge him. "Hungry? Thirsty? There's all kinds of food-" "No thanks." Cabot immediately put up a mental block to protect her thoughts because of her father's ability to read minds. The block was something Jack and Greta had taught her to do when she was six. Cabot pictured it as a sliding wall inside her skull that slammed shut whenever she didn't want Jack to know what secretive or sneaky thing she was plotting. Back then, Jack had explained that he tried to never use his ability on his friends and family. But if people's thoughts were especially emotional-sad, angry, embarrassed-they sometimes forced their way into Jack's brain without him wanting them there. Greta had discovered early in their relationship that if she took a little time to focus on blocking her thoughts from Jack whenever he was within range, it was usually successful. Cabot wasn't sure if her dad had continued in his virtuous ways, or if he was trying to read her mind right now. She wouldn't have been surprised-he'd changed a lot. It was shattering, to be honest-Cabot was beginning to realize she'd built her parents up in her mind, far beyond their true goodness. Her frown flickered with a flash of pain. Jack lingered for a moment, shifting from one foot to the other, but Cabot seemed intent on the book she was reading. Eventually he left and went over to the desks on the far side of the loft, where Greta was working. Cabot looked over, still frowning. Her parents talked quietly so Cabot wouldn't hear them-